Chapter 25

The elevator dinged and opened to the lobby. Callista was halfway out the door when she stopped.

A girl was standing there, thumbs hooked in the pockets of a black leather jacket. The cuffs were shredded, showing off studded bracelets that looked intentionally beat-up. Every flick of her wrist made the metal clack like loose bullets.

Callista stared for a second, just curious.

The girl glanced up,